still breathing beacuse of you (punk harry)

Hi, I'm Chloe. I have long dark brown hair with blonde half way from the scalp down and I have my mother's eyes and dark tanned skin. I'm 20 years of age and I have been living alone since the age of 16. My mother (Leanne) died when I was 8. Once my mother passed my father (Tim) couldn't look after me anymore. He gave me away to his physco path friend (Rob) that is now my 'father'. Ever since I have been with Rob my life has changed, I have changed. I'm different now from what i was before. I've got tattoos and piercings now...besides the style of clothes

I've been living alone for 4 years now, but every morning I have to go to Robs house and clean it. I'm his slave pretty much and I hate it, yet I can't do anything about it because he is abusive, he is an alcoholic and druggie. He's nothing compared to my real father. I still wish I had my real father every day and also to have my mother back with us so none of this would happen...
I still remember the accident that day like I'm living it over, over and over again…

"your turn daddy" I was sitting in the lounge room with my dad. We were playing my favourite game as a child. Snakes and ladders.

I watched my dad pick up the dice and cradle it in his hand. I was winning so far, I always do…we are waiting for my mum to get home. We cooked her a nice dinner and desert. I was excited because I helped dad make them!
Before dad could let the dice roll out of his hand the home phone rung.

"sorry Chloe, I'll be right back and we'll finish the game, okay?" he got up off the floor and walked towards the phone. He wasn't far from me, he would've only been 3 metres away. I could hear the conversation from where I was.

"hello? Tim Davis speaking" I listened intently to what dad was saying, I couldn’t hear whom it was on the other side of the line…but from my perspective it didn't sound good.

My dad was smiling…at one stage. It than dropped like a ton of bricks.
"p-pardon?" my dad looked at me than turned around so his back was facing me.

"okay…thankyou…bye"

I got up off the floor and made my way over to my dad who was standing near the kitchen bench, he was holding his self-up with his hand.

"daddy, why are you crying?" I stood in front of him and looked into his teary eyes.
"come and sit down sweetie, I have to tell you something…"

I was only 8 years old, I didn’t know what was happening, fingers crossed it isn't mum
Dad and I made our way into the lounge room where we were seated just a couple of minutes ago. Dad sat down on the black leathered couch and pulled me onto his lap.

"Chloe…it's mum…"

'so much for fingers crossed!' I thought

"what happened daddy? What's wrong with mummy!!"

Dad looked away from my teary, confused, angry and curious gaze and adverted his gaze to the polished timbered table in front of the leathered couch.

"mummies been hit by a truck on the highway when she was coming back from work…Chloe mummy has died"

That's all I needed to hear for my world to come crashing down. My heart stopped beating and my world stopped spinning, I couldn't breathe…at all!

"I'm so sorry baby girl…so so so sorry"

Dad couldn't hold his tears in any longer. We both sat there on the couch crying and crying and crying. I made a promise to myself that day and I was going to keep it for as long as I could and that would be forever.
TO NEVER GET CLOSE TO ANYBODY EVER AGAIN!!
Ever since that day of mums accident I haven't trusted anybody or gotten close to anybody else. I made a promise and I intend to keep it.

My father couldn't cope with me and life since mum died. On my 10th birthday he realised how much I had changed over the years since mum died. He was okay with me at first but he started to not sleep well, be late for work, had to drop me of at school every morning and then finish work in time to pick me up, it was all too much for him…so he left me. He put me in boarding school 2 weeks after my 10th birthday, I was there for 2 years and in those years I only seen my father 3 times. I couldn't go back there because I caused to much trouble.
He was too busy worrying about work to even pay attention to me. I remember when I came back for the first ever visit from boarding school, my own father didn’t recognise me because at that stage I had black hair and the nose piercing. I asked why dad sent me away and he told me that he couldn’t look after me and doing that, it was too hard on him when it came to work. We both drifted away from each other over the years he sent me away.

I got a job at a local store in town to get me some money, I lived with my father but we didn't talk…at all. After a year he couldn't take my attitude and new look any longer. He wanted to know what happened to his once loving, caring and filled with life enthusiastic daughter. I was so angry that day when he started the argument.

"Chloe! Get down here right now!"

I was on my bed with my music pumping…I LOVE the imagine dragons…and when I say LOVE I mean LOVE. I groaned and got up off my bed. I made my way down the stairs and into the lounge room where my father was seated.

"what?" he got up off the couch and stared at me for a while.

He started to shake his head from side to side like he was disgusted well be probably was….wouldn't surprise me
"what has gotten into you! I want my old daughter back…the one that I LOVED and wanted to come home to every night after I had finished work, the daughter that wasn't getting into trouble 24-07, the daughter that loved me and cherished every moment of life…what has happened to you I mean…getting kicked out of boarding school!"

"well if you didn’t send me away and make me feel like you didn’t want anything to do with me! I would actually pay attention to you!, or if you tried to make me feel welcome when I came home…I mean…aha you didn’t even pick me up!, you didn’t even recognise me!...maybe that’s why I don't pay attention to you because you don’t to me!, I'm not the only one that’s changed Tim"

"well, I'm sorry if I made you feel that way Chloe and it's Dad to you thanks!"

"well Dad if you'll excuse me but I'm going to go back to my room" I turned around and started for the stairs.

"it's not your room anymore Chloe…" I froze on the third step and turned around to face my so called father of mine.

"excuse you?"

"you heard me Chloe…I can't take care of you anymore, I'm sorry but you have to leave this house hold and go and live with somebody else"

I couldn't believe my own father was kicking me out! I'm only fucking 12 years of age…WTF!

"you what! You hardly spend time with me you idiot! You don’t lay me ANY attention! I can't believe you…where do I even go! What? Do I live in the gutter?"

"I tried to put up with you these past years since your mother had past but I can't do it any longer!, you've completely changed from the daughter I once knew and loved, and any way you're going to be living with my friend…you'll remember him, he goes by the name Rob"

My eyes went wide at the mention of his name…I can't live with him! He has beat me before and I'm sure he'll do it again! Nobody knows because he warned me if anybody found out what he had done he'd kill me…I don't think he was kidding either.

"go and pack your stuff your leaving in 4 hours" I tried to say something but nothing came out…not a thing. It's like somebody had muted me. My mouth was moving but no sound was coming out.

Well that's the story of my child hood. I lived with Rob for 4 years than moved out at the age of 16. I'm now 20 years of age. My life is a total screw up and half the time I'm proud of it other times I cry myself to sleep because if mother hadn't died none of this would've happened…

"i miss you so much" they were the last words I said before sleep consumed me.

Notes

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